His tongue flicked the tip while his lips pulled as much of her flesh into his mouth as he could. Plumping her breast with his hand, he continued to devour her until her womb clenched and her breath caught.
She needed to touch him. With surprising ease, she pushed him back and flipped them over. Straddling his stomach, she leaned down and kissed his mouth.
“My turn,” she said as she pulled away.
Shimmying down his thighs, she reached for the fastening on his shorts. The button popped and the Velcro ripped open with ease. Curling her fingers around the waistband, and slowly, inch by inch, she worked them over his hips.
With care, she wiggled them past his protruding erection. His long shaft bounced free as she moved lower.
He hadn’t worn underwear.
Heat arrowed between her legs when she realized he’d been bare beneath his swim trunks all though lunch.
She glanced up to find his eyes on her.
Smiling, she slipped out her tongue and licked her lips.
He jolted. His eyes dilating further, his shaft twitched, bouncing against his stomach and leaving a small, glistening wet patch.
The urge to taste him pierced her.
She hadn’t done that last time. There was so much she wanted to do to him. With him. But first she needed to sate the ache in her sex.
Wrapping her fingers around him, she stroked his length from root to tip and back. She used her other hand to cup his testicles. They sat hot in her palm, his scrotum contracting as she lightly squeezed.
“Jesus.”
His curse made her smile. It was good to know he wasn’t the only one who could torture with pleasure.
Before things went any further, they needed to get rid of the rest of their clothes. Letting go of his hard flesh, she reached behind her back and snapped open the clasp on her top.
She tossed the scrap of Lycra onto the floor and climbed to her feet. Standing over him, she stripped her bottoms down and threw them aside.
He hadn’t been idle while she stripped. He’d managed to shove his pants all the way down and kick them off. Dropping to her knees, she crawled up his body until her mouth hovered over his. “Condoms?”
“Bedside, top drawer.” He pointed to his right.
She leaned over and pulled out the drawer. She smiled when she found the unopened box. “New purchase?”
“No.”
“Oh?” She glanced at him.
“Is that a subtle way of asking about my sex life?”
Was it? “Um, no.”
“I don’t have one, Vee. I haven’t dated anyone in over a year and it’s been longer than that since I had sex.”
“Oh.”
“Your turn.”
“What?” He wasn’t asking her when she last has sex, was he?
“I showed you mine, now you show me yours.” He grabbed her waist, rolled until he’d pinned her beneath him. “Well?”
How could she tell him? She didn’t want to lie, but the truth was so far beyond embarrassing her cheeks were already flaming hot. If she could be vague…
